"Ugh!" Drakken banged his head against the desk, holding the phone at arm's length. Shego glanced up from her magazine and frowned. "Do you mind?"
"Yes, I mind! I'm trying to steal a very important device from Senegal and none of these people seem to speak English."
"Maybe the problem is that you don't speak French," she said, examining the back of her gloves now.
"Nnggg … Well, do you speak any other languages, then?"
Shego sighed and sauntered over, grabbing the phone from Drakken's hand. "Yeah, avec qui je parle? Mmhmm."
Drakken stared at her as she spoke what he assumed was fluent French into the phone. After another minute, she hung up and said, "You have a meeting with Le Méchant tomorrow at noon. A stupid name, but –"
"Wait, since when do you speak French?"
"It's on my resume."
Drakken frowned and thought about it. He supposed he'd been focused on the thieving and general villainy on Shego's resume, not the "special skills." "Do you speak any other languages?"
Shego raised an eyebrow. "It's on my resume," she repeated.
"It's on my resume," Drakken mumbled, making his voice high-pitched and quite unlike Shego's.
"I don't suppose I could get overtime for translating?" Drakken glared at her, and Shego sighed again. "It was worth a shot."